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[etreflowerbleue]

Anna

Anna once roamed free on the earth with no fear no doubt or worry

She wandered alone for a decade or so, she was sad but wasn't sorry

Anna met Steve and Steve met her

A Match time made to last

At long at last,

Dear Anna was pleased  alone was in the past.

What filled her heart she could not express,

She thought that it was full

Fully certain she was at least until, she met him and

He made her heart to drool

No this him was not Steve, for Steve was away and this man had stepped right in

And poor Anna could not explain what she felt for this man

Who had touched her from within

She pondered and thought and thought again

How on earth could this be?

I am perfectly happy, but when I was not

darling where were thee?

So a little confused in love and lust

Anna felt she needed a break

So she roamed again, away from the men

And stumbled across a lake

Now this body of eau she stood above

Began to form a wave

Anna stepped back a few because she knew

The person behind the face

King Txri is that you? Anna said in dismay

As the face took on full form

He looked at her and smiled before

He blew his massive horn

The sound of it, this instrument

Picked Anna from the ground

By when she could regain herself

She was seated on a mound

King Txri beside, with I know in his eyes

Made her feel quite at ease

Yet she knew what he had to say

Was not bound to please

Said he: your choice is your choice

You make it alone but this I have to say

If you were indeed satisfied

You wouldn't have come my way.

--Flower Bleue

[sibumolokomme]

We are unsatisfied with life because of the perfect image of ‘what should be’ sits in the forefront of our minds. Let go. Let go of expectations. Let go and see the world for what it is. With no judgement, just acceptance. And from then practice gratitude.

see, touch, taste, hear and smell the world for what it is. Then slowly, but surely your unsatisfactory outlook becomes riddled with appreciation for the little moments, and you will accept reality for what it is.

-Sibu molokomme

[fiji-water-mr-mood]

Beautiful, brave of heart

Calamity befalls you

You’re true puppet of woe

You’ve been kissed by love and hate just the same

You’ve seen it all

It’s time to go home

No, it’s not depression.

This here, is far too distinguished a feeling.

It’s enlightenment,

a handshake with fate,

reconciliation with life

Beautiful, brave of heart

hanging from a rope

Your neck carelessly bound

The orchestration of your own murder

Imprecise and ghastly. And how gorgeous it all was.

A lifeless face

Aggrieved and delicate

I’ve never seen one more beautiful

Go forth, go fast, go slow, die at your own pace

Make it beautiful, go gently. Pathetically.

Do not let the gods take you away

Bow out at your time, relinquish them of their might

Do not let them win, never let them win

Till we meet again

[fiji-water-mr-mood]

[fiji-water-mr-mood]

little old me?

I had tried to veil the parts of me  that bring me shame

But you saw me, in all my glorious imperfections

You reveled at my pathetic existence, as if it were a thing of wonder

And it was at that moment, I became the subject of your everyday musing. 

[fiji-water-mr-mood]

young God? lol.

The girls dance with the devil, because God has two left feet. 

So bury your heart, young God, you’re just a thing of mockery. Your illusions of grandeur are met by giggles from those you sought to offer salvation. 

Saviour of souls, how grand it must be?

 But who shall save you from the shame? 

 Exhilaration, I will have you know, resides in the fiery chamber; the weeping and the gnashing of teeth. It is there, young God, where all the pretty girls go 

The bad boys will always have your girl, young God

Prancing around in your home 

Breaking your dishes

Changing the television channel...